Friday, January 4, 2008

Moose, Mooses, Meese?

This is what happens when your nickname is "Moose." You get lots of moose crap. Even if you don't like Moose. I blame the doctor who nicknamed him on delivery, but I know at some point I made the decision to perpetuate the name (which was fitting at the time). What did I do?

As a 30+ year old woman, I have finally outgrown the cat fetish I apparently once had (all of my gifts were of the feline type because I liked my real cat). And at some point I mentioned that I think giraffes are cool, and since then, my supposed preferred gift genre has changed to giraffes. Luckily this hasn't caught on to most relatives and friends, so I get cool giraffe stuff sprinkled here and there rather than 101 useless giraffe knick knacks. I don't have a cube at work anymore, so there is no place for the knick knacks to go!

Anyhow, I think I have somehow destined Moosie to a childhood of Moose stuffed animals. This CD looks cool though, so we'll listen to it on the way to Grandma and Grandpa's house, 'ey!?

It's like on Extreme Makeover: Home Edition. They latch onto some little fact about a kid, like, he likes skateboards kinda. And when he gets back his entire room is skateboard themed. What's going to happen in 2 years when he hates skateboards? Or what about the fact that he only sorta likes them now?

About Me

My Children

Do not demoralize my children.
Do not sensationalize my children.
My children are not devils.
My children are not gods.
My children are beautiful human beings.
Nothing more.
Nothing less.
My children belong among you.
Not below you.
Not above you.
My children have disabilities.Get over it.
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